The Most Confusing (and Angsty) Love Story of All Time

Written for Hilary, because she asked so nicely.

Stupid snow. Cold, wet, and it always managed to get everywhere. He could swear everything in his trunk was soaked through just because he had forgotten to hang up his quidditch uniform to dry. And that was only one time. Neville forgot everything, all the time, and yet nothing insanely bad ever happened to him. Hell, Neville had a girlfriend. But not the Boy who Lived. Not the Quidditch captain. He couldn't get a girl even if he tried.

And he had tried. There had been that thing with Ginny, which hadn't lasted long, and even though she regularly protested that she wanted to be with him, he couldn't do that to her. Couldn't hurt someone else he cared about.

Luna had worked for a while. No one noticed her, no one cared if she was fucking Harry Potter in the broom cupboard between classes. Best of all, he really didn't care about her, so there was no guilt. Then she had moved, wanted something beside meaningless sex. He understood, he'd probably be pretty pissed off if he was her. She went crawling to Draco, joined his harem of adoring fan girls. Harry laughed to himself. Everyone was part of Draco's harem. Every girl in school wanted a piece of the Slytherin bad boy. Hell, a lot of guys in school wanted Draco.

"What's so funny?"

God, was he still there? Yeah, Ron was his friend and all, but it was starting to get weird. Ever since last Christmas, when he had come out of the closet and been found making out with Seamus in the Trophy Room. Both drunk as hell, it was worth noting. But wasn't Seamus enough? He had been making eyes at Harry lately, doing all this crap that he guessed could be considered romantic, under the right circumstances. But he just wasn't interested. Harry James Potter was straight, end of story, no exceptions.

"Nothing. Just thinking about Ginny again."

"Well, at least you're getting a sense of humor about it. I'm sick of you moping around. Especially since the girl happens to be my sister."

"Hey, what about Luna? I didn't mope about Luna running to Draco."

"Yeah, because she was just a piece of ass to you. Come on, Harry. Did you ever really care about my sister?"

"Of course I did, loser. That's why I broke up with her. I don't want her having to deal with all my shit."

"Right. Or maybe you just couldn't handle the fact she wouldn't sleep with you, but she'll fuck Draco any day."

"Shut up."

That was the other thing that bothered him. She was part of Draco's harem, actually, she was his trophy girlfriend. Pansy was the official one, but Ginny…well, Draco liked Ginny the best. That much was obvious.

"You know it's true. I mean, come on. We're all having our relationship problems as of late. Neville dumped me. For Hermione."

"Don't you remember when you used to like Hermione?"

"Yeah, but I'm certifiably gay now. I can't go around liking girls. It will ruin the reputation."

"So who are you doing now?"

"Seamus, again. But….well, I'm always available, if you ever get sick of the females."

"Ron, Jesus Christ. We're friends, we've been friends since I was 11. That's five years of friendship. Count 'em. Five. Don't fuck it up by coming on to me again. I'm a straight man. Always have been, always will be."

"Fine, have it your way. But I swear, dude, as much trouble with girls as you're having would turn the Pope gay. And that's a fact."

Harry growled and left the room, slamming the door on his way out. Neville was standing in the stairway, looking slightly perplexed. Harry could see Hermione in the common room below him, definitely out of sorts. He was glad he hadn't come out earlier, otherwise he would have walked into a wall of PDA, which really wasn't what he wanted right now.

"Oy, Harry! What's up?"

"Nothing, Neville. Go kiss your boyfriend hello."

He smiled as Hermione went bright red. She had never been able to get over the fact that Neville was bi sexual, and had been gay before they had started hooking up.

"Harry, stop being stupid."

He looked up into a pair of bright green eyes, so much like his own it was unnerving. Ginny. God, why did she have to be every where he went?

"Hello to you too."

"Don't ignore me. We need to talk."

"Ginny, we broke up 4 months ago. There's nothing to talk about."

"No, listen, Draco and I…we're…"

He whirled around and glared at her. "I know you're going out, I know you meet up with him every night and fuck each other's brains out. I know you love him. Now, will you leave me alone?"

"Draco and I broke up."

She looked like she was going to cry, and he felt like the biggest ass in the world. He wanted to hug her, tell her was sorry, but would she get the wrong idea?

"I'm sorry. I know…I know you cared about him."

"He didn't care about me. I was just a piece of ass. Like Luna was to you. All men are the same."

He didn't think it was possible for him to feel any worse. Luna and him…it was a fling. Maybe she did mean something to him, but it certainly wasn't much. And it wasn't even Ginny's to judge. Why did she always have to get involved in his life? It was his life. What he did in broom closets was his business, not hers.

"Don't even talk about it. It was…a mistake. A youthful error on both our parts. It's over, anyway."

"You're such a dick, Harry. I don't even understand why I still care about you!"

And she ran off crying. He just stood there, rather confused. Of course she cared about him. He had left her. Why didn't she understand that no matter how many times she brought it up, it wasn't going to happen? They couldn't be together. That was the end of it.

He needed to get out of here. Needed some air, as cold as it probably was. He rushed out of the portrait hole, turned left and down the corridor. He wouldn't meet anyone, it was freezing out here. Who in their right mind….

"Potter?"

"Malfoy."

"I guess you've heard about Ginny and I, by now."

"Yeah, I have. You're an ass, Draco."

"So are you. What you did to Luna…"

"Why do you care?"

"Well, we're going out. Not officially, but we've been seeing each other recently…I guess that's why Ginny and I broke up."

"So you're just picking up my castoffs? Are you and Pansy still an item?"

"They aren't your castoffs, they're women. Or girls, or whatever you want. You can't just take what you want from them and then leave, Potter. Like it or not, I didn't leave Ginny just because I was done with her. We…well, she's still in love with you. I thought that maybe she would change. But she didn't, and I can't be with someone that doesn't care about me. It just doesn't work that way."

"Bad sex, huh?"

"Potter, stop being such an asshole. I don't know if you've noticed, but you know everyone around you? Yeah, we have feelings too. Ginny loves you, if you hadn't noticed. And you're treating her like garbage. Wake up, Harry. People care about you. It's not our fault that you have to deal with shit like Voldemort and your parents dying and all. Grow up and deal."

"Malfoy, you'll never understand. Your father is a fucking Death Eater. You have nothing to worry about. Everything's peachy for rich little Draco with his pureblood father. He doesn't have a care in the world."

"You don't get it! Yeah, I do have problems. My father's in jail, and YOU put him there! Is that enough problems for you? The world doesn't revolve around you, Potter. Deflate your fat head and maybe people will start liking you again."

He stormed off angrily, and Harry could only glare in his direction. No one understood. His life SUCKED. He had no parents, no adult that even cared about him. He had lost his girlfriend and his…well, piece of ass, he guessed. Even his friends hated him. Maybe he should start dating Ron. At least then he wouldn't lose him.

"God, Harry, could you and Draco have louder arguments?"

Pansy Parkinson looked at him with a mixture of hatred and amusement. Harry smiled. Finally, someone who he hadn't dated or was currently dating one of his ex-girlfriends. Maybe he could have a sane conversation.

"Maybe. He's just mad because he has to date my castoffs."

A look of annoyance crossed her face, and she walked toward him slowly. All too late he realized his palms were sweating. God, this was not fair. Of all the girls that could make him sweat, did Pansy have to be included in that list?

"I'm no one's castoff, Potter. Least of all yours."

"I…I didn't mean you. I was talking about Ginny and…and Luna."

"Ah yes. The blood traitor and the slut. God, you have such fine taste in women."

She was getting steadily closer, and he could feel his heart pounding. This was not happening. This was not fair.

"Who would you suggest?"

She was right against him now, and he looked down at her. She was pretty. He had never noticed it before, but she was. Long dark hair and big brown eyes that bored into his soul and held him prisoner before her. He hated that feeling, but somehow it was starting to grow on him.

"Well, I have one idea…"

He leaned down, and she kissed him, pressing against his body and forcing his back against the rough stone wall. He understood why Draco was so protective. She was good.

"Me."